Red, orange, yellow, and green;
Leaves on a crisp fall afternoon
float to the soil floor.
Descending
from maple trees, seed pods are a common autumn feature.
The zephyr propels the pods to spin
like helicopter blades,
hauling the little copter’s farther
and farther away with each gust of wind.
Small children grasp the seeds in
their little hands and with a heave ho!
The pods leave, without saying
goodbye.
But the children know that the seeds are off
to another adventure to find
the next rest stop from leaflet maps
from a pod navigating system.
That is until they are blown away to brighten
up someone else’s day.
You have a nice use of poetic devices (a lot more than usual) in here.
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